We were sitting together,
Our legs were crossed and he,
He looked at me with gentle precision,
I felt like my eyes were burning,
every emotion I felt into his,
How I wanted to touch him,
To run the tip of my finger along his jawline,
Just to be able to say I felt,
What I dreamed was perfection,
She's everything I hate and I,
I'll never understand what she has that's,
Better than me,
Or why when she's around he turns away from me,
And his eyes stop burning just for me,
She's hideous from the inside out and,
She made you cry, she didn't listen,
She made you cry,
He knew every recession that sank into my mind,
He understood when I'd wrap myself in a blanket,
Shake out the dirty thoughts in my head,
Hold me when I was trembling from, lying,
He was supposed to be all mine,
I thought I saw it in the way he took my life,
And rearranged it the first day I met him,
I gave up nights to stop your depression,
To hold your hand and hope you wouldn't have to cry,
I gave up hours to hear you laugh,
To spend the time smiling, and hoping those arms,
Would be around me,
But she's got something I don't have,
If I only knew I would take it and,
I would make mine so much better just to hear you say,
You loved me.
Author notes
Unrequited Love
In a list
A contest entry
- Options. (for lack of a better title) by Puking Faerie Dust.
900 points, ended December 29, 2007, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wowie! I like the line about the finger and the jawline. Very sensual in it's own right. Great piece here. Thanks so much for sharing this with us! Best wishes. Congrats on the HM.
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Ah, I'm finally getting around to commenting this (sorry for not commenting when I was judging my contest
). Even though this has somewhat of a cliche undertone to it, and is simple to understand with no overwhelming imagery or metaphor, it's still so amazing in it's rawness. The ending was a punch in the gut for me because I know that all too well. I hope if this is personal, things are better now. Amazing poem 
Jeanette*~



